Happy Monday!

Kind of creepy, eh?

I don't think anyone actually trick-or-treats on Halloween anymore. Safety, safety, must come first. I rather enjoyed the anticipation of waiting until after school to rush into the house and quickly change into my highly flammable outfit, with plastic mask that could also be used as a carving knife. Fortunately, it usually rained on Halloween, so kids bursting into flames was minimal. Then all the neighbor kids would pile onto the poorly lit streets, oblivious to cars and other kids. The hunt was on! We knew which houses held the gift bags, and which houses handed out the home-made popcorn balls. Yuck.

There was no time set. The big pimply teenagers would straggle on for hours. By then, neighbors just left a bowl of whatever was left, like the orange chews, apples and... popcorn balls.

We came home wet and tired and ready to sort through the odoriferous offerings. We hid our stash from Dad, who would steal the chocolate and leave us the dum dum pops and Bazooka gum.

Ah, well. Happy Monday.

*From www.history.com

I Weally Mean It

To whom it may concewn

This will be my last lettew to you, Lowetta

you awe a howwible pewson

you only mawwied me cause you thought I was wich

you wewe wwong, I am poow, poow, poow. Ha!

I cuwse you fow bweaking my heawt

and may you wot in h-e- double hockey sticks

Oh, I will leave you my pwide and joy,

my pwecious fwiend, the one thing

you twied to destwoy when stealing

the lettew, aaaaawh

you know what I mean, you cwuel whowe

good widdance

Look fow my body on the wivew

if you still cawe.

Sincewley, Wobewt Wedfowd

(not that Wobewt Wedfowd)

*For Magpie Tales #89

I Do Believe, I Do Believe

I really don't like to go to 'haunted' houses. I hate when creeps paw me... and that ain't even the role players. Budumpbum... Seriously, folks, I don't like walking in dark rooms, not knowing what's up... a head. Budu...

Hey look, live cams where you can sit in your birthday suit and look for ghosts!

Willard library/ Wikicommons

I just happen to love the Willard library in Evansville, Indiana. It may be haunted, I don't know. Those images don't lie, do they? I really like the gothic look of the joint, ghost, or no ghoul.

I really don't see a ghost in the circled part where I was told I captured a ghost. Can you see it?

The second image, I do believe I see something.

This next site is pretty cool. It's from Ordsall Hall in merry old England. Where else? The humble cottage is 820 years old and it must have ghosts, right?

Kind of fun, eh? Oh, there will still be the usual dressing up like a whooooor, drinking lots of Monstertinis, and plenty of shrieking as 'Franky' dances on toes.

Ugh.

Looks pretty in the morning.

Flu Away

Ugh. Is it possible to have a two hour flu? 4am, and I wake up with all the flu symptoms. I had planned a magnificent post about pumpkins. The biggest pumpkin, the biggest pumpkin pie. recipes, glorious photos, but, screw that. Let's talk about Whirlpool. Weren't they considered a great American company that took pride in quality products?

Whirlpool plans to lay off 5,000 employees, close American doors and move to Mexico.

I guess it's the American way. Screw you, Whirlpool.

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Ooh, the Home Alone house in Winnetka, Il. is still for sale. The original asking price was 2.4 million, then went down to, 2.18 million, and now the price has been lowered again to 1.95 million. When they get down to $5.99, I'll grab it. Sure is a pretty house.

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Ooh, I like holiday store windows. Macy's in Chicago is decorating the windows as I type. The theme this year is, The Wish Factory' and will be ready to ogle on November 5.

Here's a pretty cool store window from Bergdorf Goodman from last year. The image, taken by Lauren Gries, is on this blog, with some more good stuff about design.

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Speaking of America... The Statue of Liberty had a birthday, today! A lady never tells her age, but I'm no lady. She's 125 and was a gift from the Frenchies, who have never done another nice thing for us. Hope she gets some cake. This image is a very cool live cam, from EarthCam.

Take It Back!

Thanks to ferrerman, I had a good laugh. Crazy shit, indeed.

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What Men Will Do

Gacy as Pogo the Clown
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Hey, weird stories in the news that don't involve politicians.

I am always surprised when people grow concerned after not hearing from their loved ones in a certain amount of time. Perhaps coming from a dysfunctional family that really didn't keep tabs, I guess I still have that mentality. As much as I care about my loved ones, I don't call them every day, nor do I get worried if I don't hear from them, but I suppose there is dysfunctional and then there is, DYSFUNCTIONAL.

There is a story in the news about the mass murderer, John Wayne Gacy, who tortured and murdered 33 young men, then buried them in his basement. Eight of the victims have never been identified. A few weeks ago, the case was reopened to see if authorities can find out who these men were. Thirty four years. Seems an incredibly long time ago. I was a young kid and Gacy was my first introduction into what real evil is. I thought of those young men and was consumed in anguish, Many came from broken families. Eight young men and no one knows who they are.

A twist to this case being reopened is that Harold Wayne Lovell, allegedly one of the eight victims, so his family always thought, is alive, and has been living in Florida all this time. Lovell says he had issues with his mother and just decided to leave. He never called, never wrote, never letting his siblings even know he was okay.

The family has been reunited, but cynical me thinks it won't last long. Lots of bitter feelings certainly will emerge. I may have come from a dysfunctional family, but this to me, is a very strange tale. One call could have saved an awful lot of heartache.

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And this story.... Did you hear about the 87 year old cocaine runner? Leo Earl Sharp was stopped in Michigan for driving erratically and when he seemed awfully nervous, the cop wanted to search his car. Of course dogs were brought in after Sharp refused to cooperate. They found 228 pounds of cocaine. 

What really bothers me about the story is how some reporters and the court audience found Sharp's antics amusing. Whether he is a doddering old man who is being used, or an 87 year old creep, there is nothing funny about this case. Would people laugh if he was a swarthy, tattooed, 27 year old? Doubt it.

Interesting and very sad.

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One more story that caught my eye and ire, although the man only had the usual two name moniker. Erwin Evert was killed by a bear. His wife is suing Yellowstone National Park for not posting enough signs about bears being in the area, although, they have a cabin in the park, are aware that bears do live in the park, and some witnesses have come forward claiming Evert went looking for the bears. In any case, if you live in the wild, wouldn't you expect to come up against wild animals?

And to the Mrs., his life and death have a price. 

It's Obama's Fault!!

I don't think I have written about the Wall Street protests. It's good to see people in unity against a corrupt, corporate America, but, will it change anything? I'm not so sure...

Whether you agree with the, so far, peaceful protests, or not, they do have the right to assemble. I am disgusted by the behavior of authorities who want them gone and will use any means to get rid of them. Arrests, tear gas and planting "protesters" who are there to start trouble and give the real protesters a bad name.

I just finished reading an opinion in the Daily World from some nut case who claims the protesters are shitting in the streets and causing shops to close because of the supposed chaos and mess. He would like us to know it's all the fault of ObamaCare.

If the numbnuts had just ignored the peaceful sit-ins, eventually, possibly, people would tire and go home. But, you stuck the bee in the bonnet, you had to stick your dirty hands into a peaceful protest. Because of you, I hope the crowds grow bigger.

You big dummies.

Never Too Old

Lovely artwork, not mine

They always know where I will be,

nose in book,while in my tree

my special place to feel at peace

where neighbors noise all does cease

barking dogs, screechy flutes,

spouse who passes too many toots.

Some would say I'm too old to hide,

they should see life up here, from this mom's side.

We're never too old to go out and play,

it feeds our soul and shoos sorrows away.

*For Blue Bell Books

Clipped Notes

Oh, the draaaaaaaaaama! I wanted to post this last night, but Blogger wouldn't let me type anything in my posty box. I really don't have a point here, anyway. Just noticed a lot of movies with the same plot.

Just replace 'troupe' with 'stranger', and you have, 'Shane.'

Replace, 'stranger' with 'bikers', and you have, 'The Wild One.'

Replace, 'bikers' with 'slicker', and you have, 'City Slickers.'

'Slicker' with 'alien', 'Rocky Horror Picture Show'....

Then my mind moved on, but I bet there are loads of them.

Took a little liberties with the singing part, although, I can imagine Alan and Marlon singing in their heads.

The Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnd.

Not Yet, Olie!

Today I tell you about my Austrian goat herding family.

As we sit in our house, high on a hill, Olie would yodel to the neighbors when our favorite American programs were about to begin. This became Olie's job after the goats kept eating the Austrian TV guides. Usually, it was very hard to hear what the big movie stars were saying what with Olie and the bleating goats, so we just enjoyed the lovely living space coming from Hollywood, as we sat on our pine beds, and ate our kaiserschmarrn.

One of our favorite sets was from the show, 3rd Rock From the Sun. Oh, how we marveled over the lovely kitchen, and our eyes lingered over all the foodstuffs and nic-a-nacs. We learned from Frau Pfeifenberger, that Tara Stephenson was the set designer and belongs to this herd of people who make big money thinking of nice places to sit.

Ooh, another good spot was the Pushing Daisies, set. We sure do miss that show. It was candy for our sorry eyes. Halina Siwolop, who sounds like one of us, made magic with that Pie Shop. Even the goats stopped chewing on our shoes to watch that one.

On Thursdays, we usually play hide and seek with the goats and leave them to count in the Black Forest as we run to watch our very favorite show, BBT, with all the wonderful things, like a giant sculpture of DNA balls, and they are always eating something good or going to the comic store, which is really good to see because we would love to have some of those comic books, but for the, well, you know...

Ann Shea, set decorator

So, I hope you enjoyed our little tour of our happy home, high on a hill. Now, we must go hide, or else the goats get ornery and eat mama's schnitzel.

*A big bang hand to the wonderfully creative people

Join The Army of Cheddar!

I'm not a fan of our Governor, Scott Walker, but I'm a bit leery about this recall business the Dems of Wisconsin intend to carry out.

Frankly, I just think the Democrats stepped over the line in the sand and can't step back.

At this point there is only speculation and accusation about Walker's dirty and illegal tactics during the Madison Massacree.

I'm just sort of on the fence about the whole thing. At this point there is really nothing to recall him for, other than he's an ass-hole. So are a few of the Dems.

I get emails from the office of Mike Tate, chair of the Democrats of Wisconsin. Basically, they want my money so they can start the eviction of the Gov.

How buddy buddy Walker may have been with the Koch brothers is still a mystery, and it doesn't help Walker that the FBI have been investigating and questioning Walker's staff members, but.... is it enough to put so much effort into a recall?

We are falling apart. People need jobs. I wonder if either side cares about that.

*Sorry, for all who are not familiar with Wisconsin politics, and/or, the past year's incredible series of unfortunate events, but, I think we are all familiar with big egos and self righteous muckey mucks.

I'm just not comfortable with any of this, at this point.

Here's part of Tate's email..

In just 23 days, we'll officially kick off the grassroots effort to recall Scott Walker. We're opening up 31 Recall Scott Walker field offices around the state so that we can train an army of volunteers to collect over 540,000 valid recall signatures. 

But our grassroots effort to save our state from Scott Walker's assault on working, middle-class families will only be successful with your help. 

Can you chip in $23 to help us get our field offices open across our state? Click here to donate. 

Soon Scott Walker will be able to collect unlimited contributions from out-of-state oil billionaires like the Koch Brothers. David and Charles Koch will literally be able to write Scott Walker a million dollar check to fund more of the dirty tricks that we saw this past summer. 

During the summer recalls, Scott Walker and his special interest friends used unlimited contributions to fund a relentless wave of dirty tricks right out of Karl Rove's playbook. They ran fake candidates in primaries. They sent mailers out to progressive voters with the wrong election date. They spent millions on false and misleading television ads to try and buy the elections.

But Scott Walker's dirty tricks and unlimited corporate cash can't stop a people-powered movement. By opening 31 field offices we'll be able to help grassroots volunteers organize all over Wisconsin and collect signatures from their friends, neighbors and family members that want Scott Walker removed from office as soon as possible. 

Donate $23 or more and help fight back against Scott Walker's unlimited contributions by helping us open grassroots field offices across Wisconsin.

Mayhem, Musings And Music

Don't you think the mayhem guy is creepy? I think the ads are pretty effective. Allstate has seen a profit since the new ads replaced the low-key, soothing ads with Dennis Haysbert.

There have been a few criticisms with the ads by people who think they try to alarm people unnecessarily, but I disagree. People should have insurance, so a little reality check is good, even if it's by a guy pretending to be a raccoon. Yeah, he's creepy. In real life, the mayhem guy is Dean Winters. I looked him up on Wiki and found out he nearly died from a bacterial infection and lost some toes due to gangrene. I guess he's also on 30Rock, which I rarely see.

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Who may I ask, who thought of those cringe inducing shoulder pads for women? I can barely watch an 80's movie because of the linebacker outfits and the women mullets. Good grief, they were awful.

Don't you bring them back, Gaga.

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I really have to get out of my cave more often. I love this song and only heard it recently, although it's a few years old. Ah, well. Some music for a Monday, Monday.

Thingy Sings The Haikus

Skipped stones, beating hearts
we walk among our Autumn
infused, colors, still

car reversed, page tabbed
jack o' lanterns, spider weaves
golden memories

sip Moscato wine
chilled toes, warmed hearts, exhaled sighs
black night holds white knight













*A very good day. For the Gooseberry Garden

Mate Checked

Ribbons of tatted lace tangoed across her latest refuge

the watcher shadowed his prey, the keeper of his heart,

in ruby costumed lobes, to Schuh pumps that clicked-
a nerve inside his skull and a Niagara Falls roared
between the soft echoes of her soothing voice.
Can't leave me, can't leave me, won't leave me
the only sound now, was the purpose of his watch.


She hid within the dusty, red worn fortress,
fingering bullets among the velvet lint lined pocket.
She thought he was the one, the boy,
from Hoboken, the man who once brought
her to tears as he sang, My Funny Valentine.
Then hugs became tighter, barbs dug into flesh
and her savior became the prisoner.

Can't have me, can't have me, won't have me
  she followed her knight dressed in dead chivalry,
deciding his fate with his gaze of entitlement,
she fed bullets into his rusted soul.

*For Magpie Tales, #88

I'M NOT A CHILD, MA!

News out of Nevada, from the Record-Courier... mother tries to stop wedding of her 35 year old son. Son picks up mom and removes her from the church. Mom presses domestic battery charges against son. Son jailed. Wedding never happened. Son goes back to court November 2nd.

To be continued...

http://youtu.be/Wpyjp0eeP3g

Teach Them Well

Image by Philippe Toledano

Guns are good. They protect the god fearing Americans. We need more guns. We need to vote for a President who will put a gun in every man, woman, and child's arms, cause it is our constitutional right to bear arms. Guns will protect us from monsters like Gaddafi, who was shot at point blank range and it must have felt so damn good to get real close and blow out his brains. Yeah, it can be messy, but that's okay, cause guns are good.

*Above images all on Google

Witches, Wookeys, Waptures

Hmm.. don't see the witch... or cheese

Oooh, I like cheese. Oooh, I like England. Oooh, I like wit... oh, no, I don't like witches, but I sure learnt sumtin' new.

Wookey cheese, made in caves, where a witch lives!

Why do I think this only could happen in England, what with their love of legends about pixies that will make you dance until you die from exhaustion, or witches outsmarted by monks, or giant stones possibly made by ogres...

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Hey, if you don't see me anymore, it's because god smote me. Yeah, the Rapture... again.

This time Camping says, "probably" not definitely.

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I went out of my safety zone and visited a bakery I pass by every day. I like the 50's sign. Yeah, an actual sign from the 50's. Unfortunately, the pastry tasted like it was made back then, too. I should have gotten a clue when I saw the "baker" He looked like he just got out of prison. He stormed out of the back room for some reason, his tattooed hands holding a brain, or maybe it was raw dough. Then he stood by the display case, as his nostrils flared, and the veins in his neck throbbed. Then he walked back into the uh, back.

So, I have not gone back.

Amazingly, but also very true, about 100 feet away is another bakery, with yes, an old frickin' sign. Today I had to go in. The pickings were a bit meager and I was alone- not even a proprietor in sight. I was about to leave when a beefy, snorting "baker" entered the front. Good grief, another one! What the hell! Of course, I am only assuming these men learned their craft in the big house, but, what other conclusion can I come to? None, I tell you. 

The pastry was only slightly better than his neighbor's, but, I think I may stay in my box and stick with that famous donut joint. They check creds there, right?

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Do you understand that commercial with the guy in the cowboy hat, who talks to another guy with a slightly bigger cowboy hat, who talks to another guy with a bigger cowboy hat and then a guy walks in with a giant cowboy hat on his head, who looks really stupid? It's not even a commercial about cowboy hats. If you get it, please clue me in.

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Happy Friday.

Could Have Been Prevented

I wasn't going to even read the story about the stupid fuck who killed himself, but before he did, he released the wild menagerie of lions and tigers and bears... and monkeys and other creatures who never ever should have been allowed to be caged and housed by the idiot.

It also infuriates me that authorities knew about these animals and dead man was cited several times for taking poor care of the animals.

I feel bad for the animals that were frightened and shot dead as they ran. I feel bad for the authorities who were put in such danger and had to shoot the animals.

I don't feel bad about one man who took his own life. He jeopardized the lives of neighbors, and especially, didn't give one damn about the animals that were supposedly, in his care.

Nightmare At Second Story House

Oh laws, I'm alive!

Holy crap. I live in a pretty sturdy house. People usually ask me how I slept through a storm and I have to say I rarely hear them, but last night was unbelievable. It sounded like banshees trying to make their way in. I didn't mind the banshees, but when that thing from The Twilight Zone started running on the roof, well, it's a wonder I'm even here. Back and forth for hours. Good grief, it was awful.

The power never went out, but my puter said, no more. Just when I was salivating over Harrods' Christmas hampers.

I actually don't remember William Shatner in the role of the airplane passenger who sees a gremlin outside, on the wing of the plane. I laugh at John Lithgow's, over the top performance. It was terrific, but, now I know how he felt. I can't see Shatner getting too excited. What's that quote about running the emotional gamut from A to B? That's how I see Shatner, although, I always liked him, especially since I know he doesn't take himself seriously.

Anyway, things have calmed down a bit. Still windy and frickin' cold. But, I can now go back and drool over Harrods' baskets and bloggity, bloggity, blog.

Phew!

Oh Dahling, I Know Nat

Buy my crap, Sotheby's!

Nat Tate? Nat Tate's artwork is going to be auctioned at Sotheby's, and there is no such person!

What a tweak of noses, devised and fed by the likes of David Bowie and other big name whoozits.

Willaim Boyd made up the man, an artist, an abstract artist, who painted some really crappy abstract art. You might like it. I don't care for it. I wonder to whom I can complain?

Interesting article in Harper's Bazaar, where Boyd talks about the little prank.

Hey, Sotheby's, I have crap, too!

You're Gonna Miss The Goat Herder Tale!

Oh dear, seems I've lost a follower. Well, that happens to bloggers. I think. It certainly happens to me. I'm not sure what people expected when they decided to follow me. Maybe I didn't talk enough about my Austrian goat herding family. It's really okay. I've noticed that many of my following never actually follow me. Some people just like numbers and try and get people to follow them after they have "chosen" you. I don't play that game. Of course, some have yanked back their 'fellowship' when you have apparently slighted them. Pish-posh.

I have dropped a few followers, myself, but after much nail chewing and angst. Most of the time it's because I feel I have just become a nuisance to the other blogger, so I cut myself off when I get no response after I leave comments.

So, have a nice life, ex-follower.

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Hey, remember when I mentioned two male co-workers who seemed the most likely to be found in back of the office building beating the crap out of each other? Well, they are best buds, now. They have lunch with each other every day. So much for my intuition. Pffffttt.

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Ooh, Hillary and Barack in 2012? I like Clinton, even when I thought I didn't like her, cause she stood by her man. Took me a long time to let it go about her hubby's hobbies. I hate to admit it, but, I'm beginning to like Bill again, too. He was a good President, except for that stupid, stupid, peccadillo.

So, Hillary and Barack? How about Hillary and Bill? I'd go for it.

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Poor Zooey. I had high hopes for her new show, but one gal just can't carry her roommates. The show is poorly written and the male roomies are awful. Ptooie, awful. Maybe she can move. Quickly.

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Oh, and Google won't let me look up words anymore. What's up with that?! Aaaaaand, everyone will have to go to the new Blogger interface, although, I don't like it. I don't.

Get Out Of My Way!!

National Geographic has some images, well, they have many images, and most are gorgeous. The images I'm talking about are frightening to me, in a way.

We will reach the 7 Billion mark, if we haven't at last NG count, and no, it's not about burgers.

7 billion people!!

Did you know 1 in 7 people on this earth live in slums? Wow.

Check out the site whilst I head to work, along with the masses.

7 billion. Frightening.

"Heroes" and Heroes

Courtesy Martin Grund

The good news is... Renee Nicole Douceur has finally been rescued from the Amundson-Scott research station in Antarctica. She was flown to Christchurch and hopefully she will be fine.

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Bad news about Dan Wheldon. It really was a horrific sight to view. It seems every scene can be recorded, even Wheldon's last moments.

I feel really, really bad for his very young children, who will only know their father by watching videos.

I admire people who choose to take that extra step, scary as it may be, in what may be a risky endeavor... But mostly, I admire people who take care of their families. If that involves schlepping off to the dead end job every morning, paying the light bill on time, showing up at your child's school play or sporting event, hats off to you.

Wheldon will probably be memorialized with a statue, and t-shirts will be sold and worn in his honor.

He drove cars- fast. That is what he did.

There are "heroes"... and there are heroes.

Losing You (I Hope)

Oh, hello, we meet again, coffee, tea, a drinky-poo?

I think I left the iron on, and I must dash, toodle-loo.

Oomph, oh shi... hey, there again you are, 

No time to chat, I hear god calling, calling from afar

I'm going to join a convent, the Nuns of Navarone,

they take a vow of silence, so there is no telephone.

Gotta go, must get home, before the sun goes down,
my grandma's in the oven and my lettuce is turning brown.
Take care, kiss, kiss, until we meet again...
didn't I tell you I was gay now, I really don't like men.
So long, good-bye, ta ta... oh, is that your Maserati?
let's go share a glass of Brunello, and nosh on some spaghetti.

*For Gooseberry Garden

Shucks, Ducks, Plucks

Chop, chop, chop, you're out of luck

ladies in a row, pluck, pluck, pluck

all the little duckies in a row, row, row

just around the corner, Curly, Shemp, and Moe

sucking on a juicy bone, fling, fling, fling

unlucky ducky cannot fly without his wing, wing, wing

This vegan came to set you free, too late, late, late

preening in your crispy skin, is your fate, fate, fate

*For Magpie Tales, #87

Cake-ity, Flake-ity, Bake-ity

In my family there seems to be quite a number of birthdays around this time, plus, we have the Holidays coming up, so it's a good time to get ideas for decorating cakes.

It's been awhile since I have been to Cake Wrecks. There are some gorgeous and tasty looking works of art, but, I like the disasters, the cakes made by "bakers" who actually try to sell their wares.

This one is just beautiful

Aah, reminds me of mom's lamb cakes, although this is nicer,
with the lovely swirls

This is kind of cute... and disturbing

A Day In My Young Life

I guess that I have been very fortunate in that I have not been involved in any major catastrophes. I have seen a few fender benders. I've heard the unforgettable sound of a young man being hit by a car (he lived) I've also been a witness to the surreal vision of a car breaking hard at a stop light and the whole body of his car flipping over as he sat, unharmed at the wheel, looking stunned.

But, I suppose the closest that I have come to seeing a disaster, is when I was a teen. My mother had just picked me up from a friend's house and as we drove home we saw the black plume of smoke. We both knew O'Hare airport was in that direction and mom whispered, "Jesus, Mary and Joseph." When we got home, we heard the news.

Today, the victims will be remembered. It is a day I will never forget.

Courtesy of Chicago Tribune

Stringing You Along

Life is weird, isn't it? Sometimes, I come across these strange coincidences that are hard for me to explain the correlation. Maybe there isn't one, or maybe, I just don't have the mental capacity in understanding if they connect, or are just strange little bits in life.

You all may be tired of my mention of the mythical Dr Sheldon Cooper, theoretical physicist, that I have been using for my own entertaining purposes of late.

Did I also mention that Sheldon likes to play online games and he has his own made up town, where he buys his clothes at Shel-Mart?

Weird, huh? I'm talking about a character, who makes up a character. But, that isn't the part that makes me go, "Hmm..."

Mysterious Man from the Shadows likes to play games, too. As much as I adore MMftS's blog, I usually pass on the posts about games. Today, he had a post about the decline of online gaming and he provided a link to that subject and that also had a plethora of other www's of interest to peruse as well.

Well, since I really couldn't find the link to MM's point, because, well, I don't know why-  I did find something that caught my eye. It is about a man who lives on $7,000 a year- by choice. Jacob Lund Fisker, lives very cheaply. He has not bought new clothes in over ten years, except for undies and socks. He will wear clothes until they literally fall apart. Naturally, he stays home quite a bit. He also eats a lot of lentil beans, although he denies it, and he does have a wife. How any woman would marr.... Uh, anyway, Jacob Lund Fisker puts 75% of his earnings away and lives on the rest ($7,000) and is basically a retired kind of guy. (Is my math bad, or do theoretical physicists not make much money?) He's only 36 years old, and may have BO (just a theory of my own)

The weird thing about this, get ready folks, Jacob Lund Fisker is a theoretical physicist, who worked in California and does have a computer (ancient) and he might play games online. I didn't know he was a physicist until I tried to find more info about the man who lives on the cheap.

But, WTF!? What are the odds of me spending all this past week writing about Cooper and myself, then finding a real physicist, who in my opinion, is quantum leaps odder than the fake character.

This all ties in, somehow. I believe it does. But, I am the Penny to Dr Sheldon's, Cooper, so, maybe, the odd little coincidence means nothing. Maybe, these little quirks in our dimension happen all the time. Maybe, I need more coffee.

In conclusion (I hear you with your sighs of relief) I could never live with Jacob Lund Fisker. I find this socking away every penny, whilst living like a hermit, ridiculous and insane.

Live for today, I say. You may not be around in twenty years to enjoy all that money saved. You may be too ill and bone tired to give a shit about seeing the world or the latest Star Trek movie.

But, isn't it weird that Dr Cooper and Jacob Lund Fisker, have caught my eye this week?

I'll Never Be Creme Brulee

Fridays are good, unless you work on the week-ends- then it is just, Friday.

I know, words of wisdom, there.

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Oh, I missed the new Tim Allen show on ABC, the show critics hate, hate, hate, and the show the viewers, love, love, love. 'Last Man Standing' had the highest ratings in the 8pm time slot in seven years. I'm not even sure what the show is about, but yes, I would watch it, cause I like Tim Allen. And, I'm not alone. Women are watching the show, too. There is just something about Allen that makes me like to watch and listen (MIchigan ads= humina, humina) to him. He's a regular guy, who screws up and tries to make people laugh. Yeah, I like those type o' men. The straws in the nose type humor.

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Perusing the news, I noticed a blip about the Washington club passing a bill where hospitals can refuse to perform abortions. Don't you think a better solution would be to provide women with free birth control? Wouldn't that save money and heartache in the long run?

The reality is, sex is not going away. People are not going to abstain, so, why not think logically about this issue. Abortion is an awful choice for women to make. I'm pro-choice, yet, I just wish...

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Zowie!! A live cam of Mt. Everest! In my dream life, I have climbed the mountain, saved a person, and managed to bring down the loads of trash climbers leave up there.

Yeah, that's what I do when not blogging. Dream about crampons and whether to use 50m, or the 42 meter, 9.88mm, rope. Ah, well. You get to a certain point in your life when you know, it ain't gonna happen. The bucket list may as well be used to line the budgie's cage. 

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What's with all the movie remakes? Is there one movie that is better than the original!?

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Note to self: Stay away from the Pumpkin Spice Lattes. Oh, but they are so gooooood.

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So, the Willow Manor Ball is over. Somehow, my fake parties turn out a lot like the real thing. I sort of stand in the background, just watching the socially (opposite of inept) wend their way through the madding crowd, laughing, and always finding just the right thing to say.

I usually look for the nearest basement to hide out in. Sometimes, it turns out for the better.  I once spent the whole evening playing video games with a young lad, while we noshed on Twizzlers. It brought back fond memories of prior basement sojourns.

 Don't you love the box cover of the Battleship game? Ha! Never happened. What really happened was... the kids were sent down to the (yes, basement) of Aunt Pearl's, Chicago bungalow, whilst the adults got plastered upstairs. We'd watch Svengoolie  on the talky box, drink cold Cokes in real glass bottles, and wish for our own warm beds.

So, in the end, whilst Jane played footsie with George Clooney, and Dr. Sheldon Cooper enjoyed a few games of 3D chess with Roger Ebert, I was hiding upstairs in the children's playroom with Kate and Cary.

Holiday

Guess I'll always be Jell-o instead of Creme Brulee, even in imaginary Balls.

I think I'll go get a latte, now.